He appears behind me alongside the train tracks. Says, “Yeah you gotta be on your guard out here!” Catches up beside me keeping pace. About six feet. Scruffy. Short haired and a bit weathered. Looks at me hard and adds, “Every day in this town.”

“You live here?” I ask with a manly quiver.

“”Unfortunately. Today’s my birthday. Almost made it my last. I’m a veteran. Trump pisses all over us and still they support him. Course I got no love for liberals.”

I nod knowingly. “That’s my mom’s train,” I say (again with the manly).

“God bless,” he says, moving quickly into sliding doors and vanishing.

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One response »

  1. Ms.Jan says:

    I met your Mom once, Mr. Rudolph. She struck me like a lightning bolt.

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